St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-09-16
BULLDOG AND WIIID-CATSI

BULLDOG AND WILD-CATSI !
A Terrific Battle Of Two Against
One on the Flank Of Pocob0
Knob.
Scranton (Pa.) Cor New York Sun.
Homer COPYRIGHT, guest at one of
the Mount PocOn0 summer hotels,
climbed to the summit of POcOno Knob
recently to take look at the surround
ing company all by himself. While sit
ting on rock on the top of that
breezy elevation he saw a hare squat
ting in its form several yards below
him, and he brought his glass to bear
upon it.
The hare was asleep, and Courtright
looked at it through his glasses for sew
eral minutes. Then he shifted his posi-
ton on the rock to get a better view OF
the sleeping hare, and as he did so he
saw a spotted animal Stealthily creep
ing toward the hare, and he turned his
glass that way to see what the
strange animal meant to do. A
moment later it crOuched for
an instant, and then bounced upon the
harmless hare and killed it. COPYRIGHT
did not know what kind of an animal
tut SpOlltu llOtlC UtdSU was, DuI III DtSdll
to devour the hare right away, and SO he
whipped out his revolver and blazed
away at it twice. The animal Sprang
into tue air. and then keeled over near
the dead hare.
Thinking he had killed the slayer Of
the hare, COurtright hastily placed his
weapon on the rock and clambered
down the bluff to Investigate. When
he got there he was very much sur
priSed to find that the spotted little
brute was still alive. 1t was tearing at
the flesh of the hare as though it had
not come across so juicy mOrSel i'll a
week, and COPYRIGHT got club and
started in to Stay it without any further
ceremony. He struck at the animal
with all his might, but the animal
lodged the blow and flew at COPYRIGHT
in a way that made him feel at once as
though he had tackled the wrong kind
of creature. He had made up his
mind that the beast would knaw away
at the hare and be killed; but when it
flew at him and tore a hole in the left
sleeve of his flannel shirt he changed
his mind, and was very much aStOniShed
also.
He shook the troublesome beast off
and then jumped back. AS it made for
him again he hit it on the ribs and made
it howl, land then it got mad and scratched
him on the leg till the blood came. He
saw the animal was more of a Scratcher
than it was bitter, and when it came at
him again he gave it a sharp rap
across the paws and broke one of its
legs. 1t still showed fight, but being
disabled it was at the mercy of Court
right, who soon pounded it to death.
Then he carried the beast down to the
hotel to see if anybody could tell him
what genus of Quadruped it belonged to.
The scratches on his arm and leg bled
some Oh the way, but there was nothing
dangerous about the wounds. Some
men on the piazza told COPYRIGHT that
he had killed a wildcat, and they said
that the woods were full of them up OH
the Knob.
COPYRIGHT merely remarked that if it
We're no harder work to kill a wildcat
than it had been for him to dispatch
that one. he wanted little more sport
of the same sort. and that same after
bDGn ne and got Started ms for "f tRe
summit of the Knob again.
The bulldog has killed dozens of do
nestle cats. having never encountered
one that was too much for him, and
COPYRIGHT thought it would be fine fun
to see his bulldog and a real wildcat
have an interview with one another
The dogs nose was full of scars from
the claws OF big cats that had been
proving around the dogs city residence
a fortnight or so before, but the gritty,
white fellow was as ready for business
as ever, and so COPYRIGHT took him
right up to the spot where had left the
dead hare.
When they came within sight of the
hare'S form COPYRIGHT saw two wild
cats making meal off the carcass. They
were snarling and swapping at one an
other, and the bulldog pricked up his
ears and quivered in the region OF the
nostrils. He looked up at his master to
see if his services were needed, APP
pearing to be very anxious to go over
and pass the time of day with the Snarl-
ing wildcats. COPYRIGHT saw that they
were cleaning the hare'S bones and
might Scamper away soon, and so he
simply remarked in a low tone:
go for 'em, Jerry!'
AS quick as flash the bulldog landed
among the ravenOuS wildcats, and for a
minute thereafter, Mr.. COPYRIGHT said,
the air was literally filled with wildcats,
with tortuouS streak of white dog be-
meath them, while the cries of the wild
beasts made the mountain Businesses
ring. The tenacious bulldog threw first
one OF them over his head and then the
other, and, though they scratched him
now and then. he did not utter sound.
but kept on whirling the wildcats about
until both of them lay Oh the ground
with broken backs. When the plucky
dog saw that the beasts lay limp and
lifelesS, he skipped about as though he
wanted to meet a few more like them.
brit Mr.. COPYRIGHT told Jerry that they
had had sport enough for one day.